Empty houses are everywhere. They sit not that far back into the woods, just visible for the human eye to tell, it is a house. They sit there broken, alone, and empty. They're covered by tree branches and leaves. They're covered by moss and fungi. But the thing that screams the house is alone, abandoned, uninhabitable, is the kudzu that has slowly crept and begun to take over the building of what was once a home.

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